by M. S. Parker
“I want your mouth.” His voice was hoarse.
“Then take it.”
And there it was, that beautiful breaking point. It wasn’t explosive or violent, but as he pushed his cock between my lips, I could see it. The heavy angst in his eyes had receded, and I could almost see him stand a little taller, prouder.
I licked his shaft as he pulled out, then sucked him back in, my body alive and aching to please him. Each rough moan or grunt was like music to my ears. I swirled my tongue and stared up at him, doing my best to keep my balance. His eyes were screwed shut, but when he did look down, he released another gasp of pleasure, cursing.
My beautiful, broken man was just starting to heal. In time, he would be broken no longer. And I could already tell this was going to be some of the best sex of my life.
He grabbed my hair as he thrust his hips forward. I took him as deep as I could, gagging a couple times when he pushed too deep, but never calling him off. He let me breathe when I did, careful not to overwhelm me. I felt so exposed and vulnerable with my hands behind my back, unable to touch him, to control anything. Those moments of him being gentle even while he was being rough was both a relief and a huge turn on. It reinforced that I could trust him, that no matter where things went with us, he wouldn’t hurt me.
Suddenly, he surprised me by pulling me up and swinging me into his arms. I laughed at the unexpected movement. He tried not to smile, but the faintest tick of his lip betrayed his amusement at my response.
He sat down on the bed and pulled me onto his lap.
“I want you to ride me until you come,” he said as he stretched out.
“Yes, sir.” I smiled and sank down onto his cock, moaning as it stretched and filled me in a new way.
It was tricky to move without my hands to balance me, which I assumed was his intent. I kept nearly falling over, but he’d steady me and set me on my way again. I bounced on his lap, wishing I had my hands just so I could run them along his perfect, muscular torso. Holy shit, he was hot. He watched me through hooded eyes, squeezing my hips and occasionally thrusting up against me.
The orgasm built in me quickly. I’d gotten so aroused from his control and from sucking his cock that I knew it wouldn’t take much more to send me over the edge. And when I did go, it would be spectacular.
“I’m close,” I moaned.
He reached out and pressed his thumb against my clit. As he made firm circular motions over my most sensitive flesh, he slammed his hips up on my down thrust, hitting me deeper than ever before.
I cracked. I splintered. I came apart like a wilting flower. No, more like an exploding flower, sending petals flying in every direction. My body shook, and I screamed in ecstasy.
Without a word, he took over my movements, bouncing me up and down in time with his upward thrusts, extending my climax. When he grunted and surged upward, I felt him release deep inside of me, my body still spasming around his cock.
He fell back to the bed, panting. Without his support, I fell limply to the side, laughing like a love-struck fool.
“Shit, sorry.” He chuckled and drew me up against his chest, his hands going to my still-bound wrists. “I forgot that you didn’t have hands.”
I didn’t mind. In fact, I kinda liked cuddling with him when I was bound this way. He held me, and I just nuzzled into him, letting him wrap me whichever way he wanted.
For the first time in weeks, Drew and I were completely connected. Nothing between us. And it felt so fucking good.
44
Drew
Two weeks ago, I would have barely considered a thought about BDSM. But that was two weeks ago, and a lot had changed since then.
First and foremost, among the things that had changed was my attitude. Things were a lot sunnier now than they were back then, even if most of the last week had been unseasonably cool and wet for September in LA. Jinx and I had passed the rainy days inside, tucked under the covers exploring each other’s bodies like it was the first time. Well, not always under the covers, but the exploration had definitely been happening.
Like the time I spanked her and made her count each slap, starting over if she messed up. She messed up a few times, so her ass had been cherry red by the time I’d finally taken her, but the way she’d been dripping when I slid into her told me she’d enjoyed it every bit as much as I had.
Or when I tied her spread-eagle to the four-poster bed and used my fingers and mouth to make her beg for me to let her come until her throat was raw. She’d actually passed out during her last orgasm, not coming around until I’d untied her and was checking her wrists and ankles for rope burn.
Or how I’d been playing with her ass almost every time we’d been together, threatening and promising to fuck it at some point. She’d taken to asking for it the past couple days, even wandering around the house in only t-shirts and panties, so I was hard almost constantly.
All in all, it had been a good two weeks.
“Good morning,” Jinx said as I walked in the front door.
I grinned and slid out of my shoes, crossing the airy living room to kiss her. She was behind the kitchen island, mixing up omelets for breakfast. I loved the way she cooked because she always looked so happy while she did it. This morning was no different. The dim light from the kitchen windows was just enough to bring out the muted gray tones that hid in the blue of her eyes. Her lips were still red and slightly swollen from the blowjob she’d given me before I went on my run. I knew if I parted her legs, I’d see chafing along her thighs from where some morning scruff had made its mark while I’d gone down on her.
“Good morning to you too,” I said, pulling her to me and planting my lips on hers. “I’m starving.”
“That’s good.” She reached around and squeezed my butt. “Though I daresay you’re insatiable.”
“You got that right.”
She chuckled and turned back to her cooking, and I went to grab a quick shower before we ate.
I scrubbed the sweat and dirt away while contemplating how things weren’t just back to normal between us – they were better. I felt a closeness to Jinx that I hadn’t realized I was missing before. Beyond that, things in the bedroom had never been hotter. It was like she’d tapped into a well of desire that I hadn’t known existed, and each day was a new and exciting adventure. I’d been skeptical about this whole BDSM therapy idea, but I couldn’t deny that it seemed to be working.
I came back out into the kitchen just as Jinx was sliding the second omelet onto a plate. We sat down at the dining room table, and I remembered bending her over it just a couple days before and eating her out from behind while she’d gasped for breath.
“I got another email back,” I told her.
Jinx’s smile grew. “Really? From who?”
Even though I hadn’t taken Jinx up on her offer to have her friend help me out, I’d been doing some research into designing stunts professionally and had reached out to a couple people for tips on how to get started. I didn’t expect to hear much, but so far, two guys had replied and pointed me in the direction of some resources. One of them said I should look into working as part of a team and knew a couple film crews looking for stunt teams. One even offered to give me feedback on one of my designs.
“James Brenton,” I said. “He works down at Universal.”
“That’s amazing!” Jinx leaped from her chair and came over to give me a kiss.
“You sure you’re okay to stay in LA for a bit longer?”
She nodded enthusiastically. “Oh yeah. I’m looking into options for what I’m going to do. Thankfully, we don’t have to give up the house anytime soon.”
I nodded. “I still can’t believe the studio actually went through with the severance package after ending my contract since the pre-existing condition should have voided it. It’s like everything’s coming together.”
Jinx smiled in a way that said she knew more than she was letting on, but I didn’t bug her. If there was something she thought I
should know, she would tell me.
“What’s the plan for the day?” she asked.
I shoved another bite of omelet in my mouth and chewed thoughtfully. For the first time since my accident, I was starting to enjoy planning ahead. I didn’t look at each upcoming week, day, hour, with dread. I was excited to see what was coming.
I had hope.
“Well, I’ll get back to James Brenton, and hopefully, he won’t crush my dreams,” I joked. “Then I was thinking that you and I could have some quality time in the pool.”
She bit her bottom lip. My dick hardened as I remembered what it felt like to have those lips wrapped around me.
“On second thought...” I rose, letting my fork clatter onto my plate. “I can email James back later.”
45
Jinx
I finished typing my email to Maddox and sent it off into the universe. I didn’t love that we were essentially squatting in his place for way longer than I’d initially told him, but he kept assuring me that he was totally fine with it and that he was just happy he could help me through what had been an undeniably rough time.
I wondered how Drew would feel if he knew that the man who’d introduced me to sex and BDSM was the same guy letting us crash at his place for free.
I also suspected my ex-lover also had something to do with Drew’s payout from the studio, but I didn’t want to look too deep into it. And I certainly wasn’t going to ask questions. Drew didn’t need anything setting him back after he’d made such progress over the past couple weeks.
Like now, he was holed up in the pool house, working on stunt designs like a madman. As much as he loved performing the stunts, I think he was also developing a real love of designing them. Tweaking them. Making the perfect on-paper stunt that even someone as talented as him couldn’t pull off. But for the ones who could, it would be spectacular. And I was happy to leave him to it. I had my own problems to figure out.
I started hunting through online news publications for submission guidelines and drafted up a spreadsheet of places that would pay for accepted submissions. I’d always known that freelance journalism was a tough gig to get into at the higher levels of pay, which was what had initially pushed me toward working for a newspaper. With technology being what it was, though, there was a good chance that print would continue to decline and more opportunities would appear online.
That being said, I was starting to really enjoy the lifestyle we had here. Sure, it was easy because we barely had any expenses, but it was also nice that Drew and I went our separate ways in the morning to work but were always around if one of us needed something.
Or wanted something...
After the first couple awkward encounters, Drew had truly taken the lead with his “therapy” sessions. Holy hot damn. I couldn’t really call them therapy anymore because even though it was clearly beneficial, it seemed wrong to call something that enjoyable therapy.
Still, the benefits were amazing. Besides the mind-blowing orgasms and increased communication and closeness in our relationship, I truly believed that opening up to his dominant side had helped Drew come back into his own. He wasn’t running scared of his future anymore, he was charging toward it on horseback, saber in hand and a battle cry in his throat.
My inbox dinged, and I opened the new email. It was from one of the online magazines I’d emailed a couple days ago. They’d looked over my credentials and loved the samples I sent and said they’d be happy to give me a small assignment to see if we’d be a good fit together. My heart soared.
It wasn’t great money, and the assignment wouldn’t win me any awards, but it was so fulfilling just to be wanted by them. Just to have the chance.
Maybe freelance journalism would turn out to be the career of my dreams. There was only one way to find out.
In celebration of this first step into what could be the rest of my life, I quickly slipped out of my clothes and headed out to the pool. Drew favored a different side of the small cabana now that he wasn’t avoiding me anymore. If he wasn’t just inside the sliding glass doors that overlooked the hills, he was lounging on one of the chairs that butted up against the outside, facing the water. Today he was poolside, which made my job a lot easier.
He looked up when he heard me stepping out onto the patio, eyes going wide when he saw what I was wearing...or rather, not wearing. “Hey, beautiful. What are you doing out here?”
“I just came for a swim,” I replied sweetly, my nipples tightening as a cool breeze caressed them. The sun had returned yesterday, heating things back up to LA’s usual fall temperature.
Wasting no more time, I dove into the pool. The cool water felt like heaven. I swam as close as I could to the bottom and then went for the surface when my lungs felt like they wouldn’t last a second longer. When I reached the surface, Drew was already naked.
“I think I’ll join you,” he said with a grin.
I was liking LA more by the minute.
46
Drew
The end of September in North Carolina was always a sight to behold. Waving hills of burnished leaves, swollen creeks, and the smell of fall hanging in the air everywhere you went. In Los Angeles, not much changed except it was slightly less hot.
Still, I would gladly give up the beautiful fall scenery in my home for smoggy Los Angeles any day of the week if it meant I got to continue doing what I loved with the woman I loved.
I was reflecting on my overall satisfaction with life when my phone rang. I didn’t recognize the caller ID, but it was from a local number, which sent my heart racing. I stood from where I’d been sprawled out on one of the pool loungers, soaking up some rays after my morning swim. Somehow, I felt calmer standing.
“Hello?”
“Hi, I’m looking for Drew Mikelson,” a male voice replied.
I swallowed hard. “That’s me.”
“Hi, Mr. Mikelson. I’m calling from Barker Shields’ office,” the man said. “He’s one of the managing stunt directors down here at Universal Studios.”
Holy. Shit.
I could barely breathe. I just hoped this guy didn’t expect me to speak because that was definitely off the menu for the next couple moments or so.
The man continued. “Mr. Shields heard about you from one of his staff members, James Brenton. He would like to have you in for a meeting, if you’re available.”
“Yes,” I managed to croak out. “I’d love to meet with him.”
“Great, let’s get you penciled in.”
When I went inside a couple minutes later, Jinx was at the kitchen table, typing away madly on her laptop. She didn’t even notice me enter the room until I swept her up into my arms and started kissing her face.
“Oh my god!” she shrieked. “Put me down!”
“Absolutely not.” I nipped at the skin just below her ear and started walking toward the bedroom we were now sharing. “It’s time for a therapy session.”
Jinx had stopped calling what we were doing therapy a while ago, but I still liked the idea of it. After all, it did help me. I felt more confident and in control of myself and my environment after one of my sessions with Jinx.
Today, I felt like trying something we hadn’t done before. I stripped Jinx down without kissing her again, wanting to save that for after her torture. I kept my touches clinical, only removing her clothes and not giving into the temptation to caress every inch of her.
After securing Jinx’s arms and legs to the bed posts, I blindfolded her, loving the way her lips parted in a soft gasp as her world went dark. She tried to wriggle against her restraints, which I knew she liked to do because she knew how horny it made me. I suspected a part of her got off on it too. That was something I’d quickly come to understand. These sessions might’ve been about giving me back control, but they were no hardship for her.
“Too tight?” I teased.
“If I said they were, would you do anything about it?”
I laughed. “No.”
And I
wouldn’t, not unless she used the safe word we’d established. That was part of it, knowing that she had a way to make sure I knew when to stop without me having to second-guess every little thing she said or did. I could enjoy watching her struggle, or telling her no, denying her pleas, without worrying that I’d crossed a line. Jinx held final control over that line and knowing that she’d stop me from ever taking it too far gave me a freedom I’d never realized I needed.
She squirmed again, and my cock threatened to punch through my shorts. I stripped down and walked around the bed, enjoying the view of her luscious body spread out for my pleasure. Those tight, high breasts tipped with nipples that were as delicious as appeared. The thin layer of blonde curls between her legs, hair so fine that it was almost invisible. Only someone who knew her intimately would have known how soft those curls were.
And that pussy. Delicate pink flesh that needed no adornment. Some guys loved women with piercings, but I loved how natural her body was, especially after being here in LA where fake was so normal that one could almost consider it natural.
Her chest rose and fell steadily, but I knew if I slipped my fingers into her folds, she would be wet and ready for me. She was always so wet and so very ready. Everything about her body cried out for me to have her right then and there, but I was going to take my time.
I went over to the assorted toys and tools at the side of the room, selecting a long feather and a short leather whip. Stepping back to the bed, I drew the feather lightly along the skin of her inner thigh.
Jinx moaned.
“Is that good?” I asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
I brought the whip down on the area I’d just caressed, hard enough for it to smart. She yelped in surprise as the spot turned red.
“And that?”
She arched upward. “Yessss, Sir.”
God, she made me so fucking hot.
